A Cup of Shai

"Ooooh, he's very handsome right?" *In Gujrati. And that's not me. That's my Daadi (paternal granny). Eyes all lit up... gushing about Hrithik. This isn't a cheesy post which claims that living with Grandparents is amazing. It's tough . But it is rewarding. There's such a generation difference, that there's a plethora of things you need to step back and compromise on. It's not even anything major, but it's the little, everyday things, which test your patience. I want to watch EastEnders, but my Daadi wants to pray at the same time. So I have to switch the T.V off. (Sounds trivial, but imagine that on a regular basis.) Along with the difficult things, I am glad for the many positives too! 1. Family values. Thank you to my grandparents for instilling in me a strong sense of family values. They teach me how to stay grounded with family values, and teach me respect, honour and dignity. And although I feel *GRRR* at times, I know

Hi all. So! There's a family wedding coming up soon and *dun dun duuuuun*, the search is on to buy a pink dress. Something quite 'out there' for a girl who normally gravitates toward purples and greens and blues. And then I got told the scheme is Pink. The complete opposite. That's fine, I can work with that, keeping an open mind and all...So off I went along to the local shops in search of this 'pink wedding-y material.'  I had a look around in a few shops, but the options for pink were...I wasn't feeling it. And I wasn't about to buy something just for the sake of it being pink. Some pinks were really in-your-face, some were catered to the aunty generation and others were bridal outfits. :( I said that I'd like to wear something 'out the box' and different, because I'm not always a fan of traditional Indian bling, as it can always be quite heavy and uncomfortable to walk around in. Plus I feel as though a lot of the Indian

Hi all! I have done some creative writing this time, and was inspired to write my own 'evil b*** aunt' character. She has been inspired by Umbridge, Marge and Trunchball as well as other observations.  Aunt Flabbage was the kind of woman who really liked to eat. How did I know this? Well, it was quite evident with the way her big fat bottom wobbled like two mighty drums, lolloping from side to side. She scoffed them down as quickly as a hungry child ate their food. Maybe she thought that all the biscuits in the world would run out? Or perhaps she thought that this was a way to show 'power'. Either way, it was quite a disgusting sight to behold. Her short, piggy fingers would grasp a Custard Cream tightly, before she took a 'sophisticated' bite from a biscuit. In other words, she would fit as much of the biscuit as her sloppy wet lips would surround. 'Get me a tissue.' How impolite! No 'Please' or 'Can you?' 'Here. I'l